Blankman Cries Again Lyrics
| Song | Blankman Cries Again |
| Artist | High Tide |
| Album | Sea Shanties/High Tide |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : High Tide | |
| Barefoot and weary we came to a valley | |
| Turned to the east and beheld the view | |
| Curious to measure the fever within | |
| Off we went trundling to find our sin | |
| Raiments of crystal reflecting pretension | |
| Up from the shoulders of one and all | |
| No one could move there was nowhere to go | |
| Slowly we died in the wind and snow | |
| Born from the carnage and cast into darkness | |
| Hailed are the priests of duality | |
| Fragrant of blossom and deadly the thorn | |
| Some born from sorrow and some from scorn | |
| Slowly we walked to the sound of the sunlight | |
| Down to the valley as morning grew | |
| Show me the words I was turning to say | |
| When came the sting of my tasteless game? |
| zuo qu : High Tide | |
| Barefoot and weary we came to a valley | |
| Turned to the east and beheld the view | |
| Curious to measure the fever within | |
| Off we went trundling to find our sin | |
| Raiments of crystal reflecting pretension | |
| Up from the shoulders of one and all | |
| No one could move there was nowhere to go | |
| Slowly we died in the wind and snow | |
| Born from the carnage and cast into darkness | |
| Hailed are the priests of duality | |
| Fragrant of blossom and deadly the thorn | |
| Some born from sorrow and some from scorn | |
| Slowly we walked to the sound of the sunlight | |
| Down to the valley as morning grew | |
| Show me the words I was turning to say | |
| When came the sting of my tasteless game? |
| zuò qǔ : High Tide | |
| Barefoot and weary we came to a valley | |
| Turned to the east and beheld the view | |
| Curious to measure the fever within | |
| Off we went trundling to find our sin | |
| Raiments of crystal reflecting pretension | |
| Up from the shoulders of one and all | |
| No one could move there was nowhere to go | |
| Slowly we died in the wind and snow | |
| Born from the carnage and cast into darkness | |
| Hailed are the priests of duality | |
| Fragrant of blossom and deadly the thorn | |
| Some born from sorrow and some from scorn | |
| Slowly we walked to the sound of the sunlight | |
| Down to the valley as morning grew | |
| Show me the words I was turning to say | |
| When came the sting of my tasteless game? |
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